We're awkward at times, we haven't got all the things figured out and we're imperfect in so many ways.
Things are messy, circumstances are tough, and the road ahead will still continue to be an uphill battle.
But I like us this way, together, trying to work things out.
Me telling you I really need you now.
And you replying you're not letting me face all these alone.


The past two/three weeks have been a nightmare. The demons of my past that I have to fight are really messing me up. Almost every single time I see you this week ended with me in tears. Sometimes it seems like you're getting the shorter end of the bargain because you need to fix me. But it'll get better, it can only get better.

Happy eight months love.
I love you